Lil and Jean-Paul

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Jean-Paul stops by Lil's suite with apology chocolate (the best kind).



There was only so much time one could set aside for lunchtime errands, but speed and flight did help with using that time to best advantage.

Presentation didn't hurt either. The knock requesting entrance to Lil's suite came not from the door, but from the window. Jean-Paul waited just beyond the pane, a half-dozen boxes of Valentine's Day chocolate balanced on one arm and a slightly apprehensive look on his face as he glanced over his shoulder at the ground below for a moment.

Looking up from her computer, Lil did a double take when she spied the man at her window. Not a sight she was used to. With a shake of her head, the blonde climbed off the couch and walked to the window. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked after throwing it open though there was an amused smirk on her lips. "Ain't nothing going on in here that's worth you getting arrested for being a peeping tom."

"I was composing an apology, then realized halfway through that I've just made myself a very tempting target for any slushball ninjas who might be spending lunch outside." Jean-Paul looked back up and held out the candy. "Chocolate is probably a better apology anyway."

The tall one practically moaned as she took the sweets from him. "Damn right even if there's no reason to apologize. Merci. You should come in so those slushball ninjas don't strike," Lil offered, taking a step back from the window and gesturing to the room behind her.

Jean-Paul slipped into the room, closing the window behind him. "We'll have to agree to disagree on the matter of apology, but I'm happy to be overridden. It's not a strength of mine anyway." He smiled slightly. "The children grow bold. I don't think I'm as intimidating as I used to be."

"Yeah, well, there's a little one running around who isn't bad." The time she'd spent with Val earlier had helped cure most of her bad mood. Of course, she'd threatened to send the girl a drum set if Manuel ever spoke a word about her falling asleep with the child in her lap.

Popping open one of the boxes, she selected a candy before offering him one as well. "You didn't have to do this. I appreciate it but you really didn't have to."

Jean-Paul took the candy with a nod of thanks and popped it into his mouth. Mmm, almonds.

"I know. I was debating against it, actually -- it didn't seem like the best thing, not just letting the matter lie. But I did upset you, I did not mean it, and my apology from before was...perfunctory." He settled against the windowsill with an easy shrug. "Since you are fearless when it comes to calories, I figured it at least would not do more harm."

"As you know, when your body is constantly burning energy to fuel your powers, some extra calories are just fine," Lil said, munching on a second piece. "But yeah, that whole conversation we had? It's fine. I'm just going through some stuff right now so I should probably be the one giving you candy and saying sorry."

The mental image startled a laugh out of the speedster and he covered his mouth to keep from showering Lil's room in half-chewed nut cluster.

"Well, that would be new," he managed.

Lil's green eyes flicked from her sweets to his face. "I said should not that I was going to. But if you keep doing stuff like this you might make me wish I had a penis."

"They are very practical," Jean-Paul said, still grinning. "And I can only imagine the look on Nathan's face if I let him know that I was leaving him for a pair of stronger arms and a tighter derrière."

The blonde woman laughed and gave him the brightest smile she'd managed since the day before. It felt good. "Yeah well, I don't think any of us need to worry about that possibility anytime in the near future."